Fishy Job

Well, I guess maybe I could call myself a professional vacumer. The first day on the job I sorted trays of fish eggs, and by sorted I mean that I vacumed the dead ones out. That night I dreamt of fish eggs. The next day I took fish out of nets, alot of fish. There were six nets and in one net there were 180ish chubs, not to mention the trout. I picked scales off of my hands hours after I was done. Today on the job, I went out on the lake and drove a boat around and looked for fisherman to interview them, then I put up electrical fences. Sometimes I just wish I would touch it to get it over with, because I am living in fear of that first accidental touch. All in all, it's been pretty fun and I love the guys I work with, they always have a story about something.

Get it?

"M R ducks"
"M R not"
"M R so, C M wangs"
"L I B, M R ducks

This is Katie, she's pretty much my best friend. We've done some dumb things together. One of my favorite things to do is beat her up, if I just hold onto her head with my arm outstretched, she can't reach me it's pretty much one of the funniest things I've ever seen. She one of those people who knows all those dumb things that I did in high school, yet she still puts up with me. I guess that's what friends are for.

Bathroom Horror

I got locked in the bathroom stall today! I went in and slid the bar over and there it still remains. I don't know how it slid over so easily and then would not budge back. At first I thought, oh no, but then I realized there was no need to act as if I was claustrophobic. How much more awkward can it get! Luckily for me I have mad climbing skills and could shimmy up and over or I could also fit under the door. I’m just glad it was me cause I can think of quite a few college students or professors who might not have been able to get out. There was hardly room to turn around let alone move around, and I would’ve felt real bad if it would have been one of the professors that got stuck. I really think that they should get that fixed.

Paper or Plastic?

" So there is this little grocery store near Yellowstone. There is a guy who works there and he's basically the happiest and friendliest person ever." I didn't say it, but I over heard it in a conversation once.

Math-magical

Once upon a time, I was informed that I should update my blog more often. I thought that I was doing pretty good because last year I posted once and this year I am already at 5 posts and it's only May. I do agree that it is fun to look at updated blogs, it's fun to see what people are doing and how fun their lives are. I have only one problem with that. I don't do many new and exciting things, each day I wake up, I get ready to do math, then I do math, I teach math, then I eat (usually while reading over math), then I walk home (while I am reciting cool math formulas in my head) then I do a math 'cool down' before I get ready for bed. Wait did I say that I did not do exciting things, heck yes I do. It's just that I don't do new things, ya that's it. The sad thing is I really do enjoy doing math, most of the time. Some might say that I am a mathlete.

Beards and Facial Hair

I don't get it. Boys grow up waiting and hoping for the day that they can shave. Some of them even practice shaving in front of the mirror, or they even start shaving before they even have a need to. Then when it finally happens, when the day comes that there is an actual need to shave they become obsessed with growing it out. What happened to that boyhood dream of shaving? I'm not saying that I'm against beards, I've seen some nice ones, I just don't understand the obsession that some guys have. I've heard multiple conversations about what should be or could be done with the hair on a guy's face. I've even heard of a "Lorenzo Beard Growing Contest" that occurs over the breaks from school. I've listened to guys discussing, as if it was a floor plan, what they are going to shave off their faces and what patterns will be left behind. I've even seen commercials about beard comb-overs.

It seems to me that they think that they truly are creating a work of art on their face. The point I'm trying to make is corn on the cob is good, isn't it?

The Doctor is in the House

I always told

myself I wouldn't

become an addict.

Then I met the

doctor.

Twin Beds

So i'm the only 26 year old that I know who still shares a room and sleeps in a twin bed. All my friends that are my age either have their own house, kids, their own room, or all of the above. I instead am still in college, I think that i'm going to be in college for the rest of my life, but that's okay because I've got great roomates. In fact all 39 that I have had, have been great! I wish that I was better at staying in touch with them. I had three roomates last semester, but I'm down to two now, because one of them sold out to a boy, it was the youngest one of course. The picture is of Kandice's wedding, starting from the left are Erin, Maddi (my two current roommates), Kandice, Bailey, me and Raechel. Raechel was my roommate in rexburg and she leaves on a mission tomorrow. She's going to Rome Italy. I think that she will be a great missionary.

Geeks and Greeks

Here's a cool web site for geeks. It not only tells you what each greek letter is called, it pronounces them also. You might want to listen to the one for Pi, It surprised me. I would assume that he pronounces them correctly because he claims to be a contemporary Greek, whatever that is.

http://www.cogsci.indiana.edu/farg/harry/lan/grkphon.htm

I remembered my password!

well, i guess this is how it will all start. i figured that i should put a picture of steveo cause he's the one who basically introduced me to blogging. well, maybe it was brian, my photography teacher, but i forgot my password and haven't posted in quite a while so i consider this the start.

Yipee! I have a blog.